(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley
(#169)
my unsettled thoughts
blanket my winter world
in restless stasis
…..
(#170)
winter’s bitter dirge
prelude to spring’s soliloquy
hope waits in the wings
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(#171)
from womb to tomb
winter’s ever-present shroud
white cloak of despair
…..
(#172)
heaven’s secrets
whispered in the hiss of rain
on elm leaves
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(#173)
to those whose stories
go unheard by dearth of care
nature lends her ear
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(#174)
all hope is not lost
though harsh winter batters me
the golden suisen

